I would be completely different without my Mom.
I have dark hair and broad shoulders like her. I know just how high the bar is for Southern cooking and how to survive shopping with another woman with completely different clothing tastes thanks to her.
I found my favorite sports movie (Survive and Advance — go NC State! ;)) and I love screaming at movies and basketball games so much because she taught me to appreciate the best. 😉
I don’t have to have to flounder through the world without the knowledge that navy and black do not go together. *cough*
I have gone out shopping all night on Black Friday with and because of her. I have memories of being stuck on the side of the road many times with a flat tire, and none of them have my Mom freaking out, panicking, or yelling at us kids. That isn’t because we weren’t obnoxious, either.
I have a Southern drawl right on hand — as much as it may irk her — and knowledge of country music because of Mom.
I wouldn’t love concrete so if she wasn’t my mother, and heaven knows that would be a sorry state. I wouldn’t have traveled legally internationally without a passport. She wrote me notes, one for each day, for my first missions trip. She planned out surprises for me and made the most jaw-dropping awesome cakes Georgia has ever seen.
I wouldn’t have had a lunch every day at school. I wouldn’t have rides to visit my friends, or Driver’s Ed. I wouldn’t be homeschooled, or know how to clean blood out of clothes. I might have liked stuff like cheese and bananas if I had been someone else, or the wrong kind of barbeque sauce. I wouldn’t have heard of Andrew Peterson music, even. o.O *revives fainting AP fans*
I know that South Carolina peaches are the best, I can tie my shoes, and I appreciate tea because of one woman. Her hands are strong, skilled, and well lived-in, and God definitely knew what He was doing when He placed me in my family.
Happy birthday, Mom. 🙂